I see them all
In the nakedness of my thoughts
Running around without glimpse
Traced in bare dirty foot.
Alone...
In the struggle of a heart
Bended...burried into the shadow
Nowhere to be found.
Their voices echoed from the distant
An inevitable agony
Cursed...
A crumbled hope.
The past is hunting
Faded black...
Time is running out
Nothing is certain.
What would be the light
of these begotten.
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